Page 1 of Forbidden Virgin

Chapter 1

“You’ve been a very, very bad girl, Kate,” Graham said in a low growl, and the little hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. He turned her around and pulled up her black skirt, exposing her shivering flesh. “And this is what a bad girl gets.”

He bent her over the table, the cold glass pressing against her bare breasts. Gasping, she plastered her hands on the smooth surface as he pulled down her panties. She wished she had kinkier lingerie on, instead of the boring tan-colored undies even her Tea Party grandmother would approve of.

When he palmed her ass, his hand circled it lusciously, leaving her skin warm and tender. “I’m going to fuck you hard, but first you need to pay for being a naughty girl with a crush on her father’s best friend.”

She chewed on her lower lip. How could she argue? He swatted her butt, and she heard the sharp slap before her skin tingled and throbbed for more . . . much more. “Sorry. I–I couldn’t help it,” she said, her breath fogging the glass.

He squeezed her ass again and Kate moaned, the sound so loud she’d bet the neighborhood could hear. God, what was she thinking? And why did it feel so damn good?

“You like it dirty. And now it’s time to pay for it,” he said.

Yes. Yes. Yes.She’d dreamed of this for years, and now, at the age of twenty, her fantasy would finally come true. Her nipples tightened. She ached to be touched where no other man had ever touched her before. She had saved herself for this moment. For him. Graham Davenport.

“Spread your legs for me, Kate.”

God. Her clit vibrated at the idea. He nudged her thighs apart with his hand, his fingers scissoring her soaking wet folds. She moved her head from one side to another, unable to stay still at the delicious sensations his touch evoked in her.

He groaned. “Oh, Kate . . .”

Four years. She’d wanted him for four years, and finally, they were about to—

“Kate? Kate Crawford?” said a higher-pitched male voice, much different than the one previously ringing in her ear.

Kate’s eyes opened with a start, and she almost jumped from her airplane seat. The flight attendant flashed her a friendly smile. “We’ve arrived in Maui.”

Still startled, she glanced around at the blankets and pillows left on the empty seats and littering the floor.

“Thanks,” she whispered, and grabbed her large tote in the overhead compartment. The pilot greeted her when she exited the airplane, and someone put a colorful lei around her neck.

She picked up her luggage, then headed to the area where hotel shuttles and vans picked up passengers. A burly, uniformed man in his fifties carried a sign with her name on it.

“I’m Kate Crawford,” she said, stretching out her hand. A woman with a plan, she added inwardly. The images of the dream popped in her head, and she bit back a smile.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Louie.” He reached for her luggage even before she could refuse any help. “Mr. Davenport told me to pick you up.”

He did, didn’t he? She knew the man who occupied her mind for the past few years, Graham Davenport, the world’s sexiest man who happened to be her father’s close friend, would not pick her up from the airport himself. She’d known him for a decade, and had started to feel tingly around him when she’d been sixteen.

Back then she’d blamed it on her teenage hormones, or maybe her strict upbringing had messed with her brain. She’d tried to squash that infatuation anyway she could: she turned to the church, she dated guys her age, and she studied a lot. She even ran track for the school team.

But now Kate could no longer lie to herself. She’d start a one-year course in one of the best hotel schools in Switzerland in the Fall. This summer meant her last opportunity to try to convince Graham she hadn’t saved herself for him for no reason—and she’d stop at nothing. I’m a freshman when it comes to actual sex, but a PhD when it comes to fantasizing. The time to turn her fantasies into reality had come.

She followed the driver out of the airport, and he took her to a stretch limo and not the hotel shuttle guests would hop on upon arrival at the island. Why the deferential treatment?

I know why. He opened the door for her, and she slid into the limo. This was Graham’s way of showing she was no regular tourist. She was his friend’s daughter and he’d always kept that in mind and treated her like such. However, the tables would soon turn. When she’d begged her father to ask Graham to accept her as an intern in his exclusive new resort for the summer, she knew he wouldn’t say no. Graham and her dad went way back—even though her father had a few years on Graham and was certainly more of a homebody than the sexy man who haunted her dreams.

“Is this your first time in Maui?” the driver asked before he turned on the engine.

Images of naughty dreams where Graham screwed her fast and hard against a wall or inside the sea, populated in her mind. He’d talk dirty to her, kiss her, and claim her as his. Did he know he wanted to do all these things? Maybe not, but she wouldn’t mind showing it to him.

“Yes.” She’d take care of other first times while visiting.

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“Graham, are you okay?” Sheri asked, neatly holding her iPad on her lap. They had gone through some sales reports, but he couldn’t have remembered any of the data if someone had held a gun to his head.

Graham blinked. “Yes. Of course,” he said, smoothing his tie.

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